It Is What It Is
We march our children off to war…
Published in
Apr 18, 2021
We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.
In the morning:
We dress-
Our children
For school
We march-
Them off
To war
In rooms:
Full of-
Semi-automatic
Clouds of chalk
Full of-
The lingering
Smell of pencils
And tomorrow:
Take an eraser-
To a predictably
Bloodied world.
We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.